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@responses: I think living in the Pokemon world would be very dangerous.

Today we have a short short that barely meets the one page minimum. But it's also a sort of bonus! The subject was Hoppip, but I added a Skiploom, then decided to see the latter's 'dex entry. The Skiploom's entry wasn't enough to make its own story, but I could work it in here.

Any more suggestions out there?

In process: Umbreon
On deck: Spiritomb

HOPPIP
Leaf Green entry: To keep from being blown away by the wind, they gather in clusters. They do enjoy gentle breezes, though.

SKIPLOOM
Ruby/Sapphire entries: Skiploom's flower blossoms when the temperature rises above 64 degrees F. How much the flower opens depends on the temperature. For that reason, this Pokemon is sometimes used as a thermometer.

It was a bright sunny day for the Sevii Islands. The small land specks so common around the Six and Seven Islands were like yellow and green gems in the sparkling blues of the ocean. The tides were lazy and the salty breeze barely made the plants move. Under the clear blue sky, it seemed everyone should be happy.

But not everyone was. On a small lumpy island, a trio of Hoppips were eying everything nervously. These three were very young, only two days old. They kept their long glide leaves low; they were so light that even this weak breeze could push them over. Around them, older Hoppips and even an occasional Skiploom floated between the land specks merrily.

As the sun had almost finished its daily climb, a Skiploom landed on the lumpy island the youngsters were hiding on. The yellow flower on her head was wide open to enjoy the great weather. “Come up, fly, fly,” the Skiploom said.

“No, no,” the young ones replied. “Too scary.”

“Scary? Why scary? We float for fun.”

“Great, large Tentacruel swim under,” one Hoppip pointed out. His red body shivered. “You float, there come great crash, and you stay under.”

“We never float,” a second said. “Crash into water? You get wet leaves.”

The Skiploom giggled, making the flower on her head shake. “Crash in water fun. Swim to land and dry leaf. Fly again, come up, come up.”

“Get lost with no land, scary,” the third said.

The other two nodded. That was their primary fear. The day they had hatched was heavy with storms. As the winds were too strong, the Hoppips had to gather in a group with the youngest in the center. They clung tightly to the ground to stay, yet one member of the flock had been blown away. No one had seen him today.

The Skiploom figured this was the main problem; any of their kind had a fear of that. But she smiled. “When sea lost, the wind pick you for adventure. We here because some old ones got sea lost. This place far better than where they got sea lost from. Maybe you find even better place?”

“What place better than here?”

She shrugged. “Now, come up, fly, fly. Better when you fly.”

The three youngsters looked to each other nervously.

The Skiploom frowned. “You fly or I attack!”

Squealing, they ran up a lump in the island then jumped into the air. The breeze pushed them backwards, causing them to squeal more. But after a moment, when they got the air under their leaves and realized they were three feet above the ground, they cheered in excitement. A Hoppip’s place was in the air.

EDIT: The Skiploom's flower is yellow! Goes to show what happens when I write about Pokemon I'm not familiar with...

Last edited by Ysavvryl; 24th July 2008 at 3:08 PM.

Pokedex OS- Still trying to capture every single Pokemon out there in words: 648/718 Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh complete!

Yeah, it was a little short, but good all the same. One problem, a Shiploom's flower is yellow, not pink, isn't it?

I have an idea for after Umbreon, how about Spiritomb - it's a really interesting one and I'd love to see your take on it. (The two enties both have potential for good stories, but I think they'd work well as one.)

This is partly my wondering what else Pokemon do in this world. Also, I'm not sure how long it'll take me to write the Spiritomb one. Those entries could easily be turned into a long story. A short one, though, that's a challenge. I'm gonna research a bit more specifically into how you get this thing.

In Process: Spiritomb
On Deck: nobody...

UMBREON
Fire Red entry: When darkness falls, the rings on its body begin to glow, striking fear in the hearts of anyone nearby.

The wheat fields looked like unpolished bronze in the moonlight. A Rattata paused to sniff the air. There was a hoot from a Noctowl. The rodent froze, but the noise was distant. There were no troubling scents. Hungry, he moved forward to find a stalk to eat.

He caught the scent of the Umbreon too late. The black canine leapt from the wheat, her yellow markings shining bright and deadly. She bit the rodent hard while it was stunned in fear. He squealed, but soon the Rattatta was dead.

A tractor came into the field. The Umbreon looked and smelled. Was the farmer bringing a special treat tonight? The headlights caught her in their beams for a moment, causing her eyes to shine like her markings. The voice that she heard was a human male, saying, “It is true; they are from around here!”

A stranger. The Umbreon picked up her kill and darted into the wheat. Although she wanted to hide and eat her prey, she was curious enough to stick around to see what the farmer and the stranger were doing.

“Yup, that’s one of the moon dogs. They’re more common around farms than the sun dogs.”

“The Espeons,” the stranger said. “Do you train them to do farm work?”

“Nope. A gal like that one is half-wild. Course, every now and again you get a kid or stranger who takes a fancy to them and catches one.”

“So how do you get them to keep pests out of your fields and barns? She was obviously doing that. And how do they evolve anyway? They have to be happy to turn into an Umbreon.”

“It’s real easy to make them dogs happy. Winter’s a harsh season, you see, so all the farmers around here make a shelter for the, uh, what’d you call ‘em?”

“The Eevees.”

“Right, Eevee. You make a house for them out by your barn; you’ll get about five or ten dogs a season, depending on your house. Most of ‘em are shy critters who don’t want nothin’ to do with humans except during the winter. But one or two will become friendly if you make sure they always have fresh water and food available. You pay some attention to the friendly ones and one day, they’ll look either black or light purple. That’s how you know you got one that’ll stay year-round.

“I see. They must evolve because they’re glad to be taken care of.”

“I guess. Once you got a keeper, you just let them do their thing. They’re rodent hunters, so they keep the Rattatas and such out of the crops. They’re something fierce when it comes to pack territory, so they’ll fight off larger pests like Poochenyas and Stantlers. If you got the mind for it, you could always teach one to herd Mareep and Jumpluffs.”

The stranger then spotted her in the wheat. She held her head up, considering him. The farmer had made no move to show a treat, so would it be worthwhile to approach them?

“They’re beautiful creatures,” the stranger said. “They’re so loyal once they accept you. That must make them a great help.”

“They are.” The farmer chuckled. “Still you’re an odd one, Mr. Bill.”

Bill laughed sheepishly. “I just love the Eevee family.”

The Umbreon decided that there wasn’t much of a use in approaching them. She ran off deeper into the field with the night’s first catch. There would be other pests and she couldn’t be distracted from her job.

Pokedex OS- Still trying to capture every single Pokemon out there in words: 648/718 Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh complete!

Sorry, he's just a very suspicious character xD. *cough* Short, but good. Touching on the urban life-style of an Umbreon, and a pinch of Espeon, adds a little bit more depth to the Pokémon. Lucky they're the friendly types. I live in a farm area, and if Pokémon was real, I'd be seeing them running around lol.

And I thought Eevees with their huge fur could actually survive the winter. *shrugs* Aw well. Good work! Wonder what'll you'll do for Spiritomb (whatever it does).

kool =>
Great as ever! I like the fact that you make this realisctic, like that that Farm dosen't love and dedicate his live to the umbereon like in the Anime >.>
Can you make one about Phanpy or Donphan?

Great! I always wondered where eevee and their family would lvie in the wild. I think you've got more than enough suggestions so I'll just say I'm eagerly anticipating the Spiritomb one, sorry if it was hard ^_^.

Very very nice, as always! Yet another awesome insight into the Pokemon world; I also like how the farmer just let the Umbreon do its thing instead of smothering it with affection, like MaplePhanpy said. And Bill is also great. That one-shot was my favorite so far, I think (although I still really like the Shuppet one )

Glad you all enjoy this! I certainly like writing them. Now while I said that Spiritomb one was difficult, once I got the idea, it came together quick. I wound up talking to my sis, who doesn't play Pokemon, and explaining about it. After a rather goofy conversation, we came up with this rather goofy story.

I'll put both entries up this time. As you can see, there could be a much longer story in them. But I'm already working on a long fanfic in Snapshot.

In Process: Gible
On Deck: Shuckle, Clamperl, Phanpy/Donphan

SPIRITOMB
Diamond entry: A Pokémon that was formed by 108 spirits. It is bound to a fissure in an odd keystone.
Pearl entry: It was bound to a fissure in an odd keystone as punishment for misdeeds 500 years ago.

Under the full moon’s gaze, two boys approached an old well. “I heard that you gotta meet Darkrai in your dreams first,” the taller one said. “Then you gotta race him, and if you win, he’ll let you unseal this Pokemon.”

The shorter boy clung to an oddly shaped stone object. It looked sort of like a Ekans coiling up a key. “That’s not what I hear, Huck. This guy I met underground said that once you find this key, you gotta clean it up real good. Then, starting on the full moon, put it under your pillow every night. When the next full moon comes, then you can release the seal.”

“Didja have weird dreams doing that, Tom?”

He shrugged. “Not really. But you should’ve seen my mom’s Ralts. He’s been freaking out every time he comes near this key. He nearly stole it from me today.”

“Weird.” They stopped at the well. There was an odd-shaped keyhole on the well’s wall. This led to all sorts of rumors about why this lock was here. “So what’ll you think’ll happen?”

Tom looked at the key, shining eerily in the moonlight. “I’m pretty sure it’s not gonna release a huge disaster. If it was that, they would’ve hid the key better than just burying it in the Underground. I think it’s just a Pokemon, although why they had to lock it here, I dunno.”

“Maybe it kills people?”

“You scared?”

Huck shook his head. “Nah. You?”

“Course not.” He put the key in the keyhole. “Okay, here it goes.” He turned it.

Click.

A magic seal shimmered on the top of the well for a moment, then cracked open. Dark violet smoke billowed out. A pair of mischievous eyes opened and a neon green glow appeared within its smokey body. “FOOLS!” it bellowed. “I will burn your souls and eat your skins!”

The two boys shouted. Huck jumped back and stumbled into a nearby bush. Tom yanked the key out and made to run off.

“Oh drat,” the spirit grumbled. The magic seal reappeared and drained it back into the well.

“D-d-d-did you see that?” Tom called, his body trembling.

“Y-yeah,” Huck said. “There really is a ghost sealed in there.”

A wispy voice drifted out of the well. “Confound it, it was supposed to be burn your skin and eat your soul, not the other way around. Eating skin; that’s disgusting.”

Despite themselves, the boys came back to the well. “It’s still down there?” Tom whispered.

“Huh? You kids still up there?”

“Yeah...” Tom replied, not certain he wanted to be here anymore. But if they could catch this ghost, they’d have a weird and rare Pokemon that no one else would have. One that talked was even better. And he wasn’t about to let himself be known as a coward.

“Look, sorry about that,” the ghost Pokemon replied. “You know, it’s kinda boring being sealed up for five hundred years. Guess I got a little carried away at being released.”

“What are you? I’ve never seen somethin’ like you before.”

“We-ell, I started off as a Ghastly, but then I got sealed up here so long that I turned into a Spiritomb. Look, can you just let me go for real? I’d really appreciate it.”

He really wanted to capture this one. “You’re not gonna eat us, right?”

“Nope, no eating involved this time.”

“Okay.” Tom put the key back in.

The Spiritomb came back out. In the midst of its green glow and violet smoke, they could see that it was grinning. “Hahahahahahahaha! I won’t eat you, but I will curse you like nobody’s been cursed before! You will be writhing in pain and embarrassment for years to come! I will...”

Tom pulled the key back out.

“Oh no, not again,” it whined. The seal shut it back in. “What was that for?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you fight it?” Huck asked.

“I ain’t messing with no curses,” Tom answered. “If he’s gonna be rude like that, we can leave him there.” He turned to walk off.

“Tom,” the taller boy hissed.

Tom winked.

“Aw, come on, let me out,” the Spiritomb pleaded. “Pretty please?”

“Nuh-uh,” Tom replied. “I was looking for a neat Pokemon to train, but I don’t want a mean one like you.”

“I’m not really mean, honest. I’m just a little excitable, that’s all. I like to play pranks with people.”

“Is that why you got sealed down there?”

“No...” it sounded uneasy.

“Then why were you sealed down there?” Huck asked.

“Tell the truth in the name of Arcaeus,” Tom ordered.

“Ugh, you’re gonna go that far? Okay, in the name of Arcaeus, the honest truth is... I got sealed down here for giving people wedgies.”

“Giving people wedgies? We do that all the time.”

“Yeah, that ain’t enough to get sealed for five hundred years.”

“I know!” the Spiritomb agreed. “Those people didn’t have any sense of humor. Anyhow, that’s what I was sealed for. Some of the other 107 personalities I have actually did do some nasty stuff. Like one guy stole apples and threw them at people. He knocked out the mayor, leading to his getting sealed down here too.”

Huck grinned. “Man, think of the possibilities! If we had a ghost like this guy to pull pranks with, we could do all sorts of stuff to people.”

“Yeah, it’d be awesome.”

“So you’ll let me go?” the ghost asked hopefully.

Tom leaned over the well. “Well first you gotta agree that this’ll be a fair battle. I’m gonna capture you, but you don’t have to come quietly. Just have a normal battle with me.”

“Alrighty.”

“Okay then.” Tom unlocked the seal again.

The Spiritomb came back out, grinning again. “Okay, punks, if you lose, you’re getting major wedgies! Are You Ready To Rumble??!!”

Pokedex OS- Still trying to capture every single Pokemon out there in words: 648/718 Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh complete!

Well that certainly wasn't what I was expecting, but it was awesome anyway! I thought you were gonna do a longer than normal one about how it got locked away, but no, you managed to make it a couple of pages long and really funny. I never pictured Spiritomb that way, but I guess "misdeads" is pretty vague. Now I have an image of a Ghastly going around giving people wedgies in the Medieval Ages, LOL .

Very cute and light humor, I love it. Sheds the good on Spiritomb, it seems. Now, I just can't imagine a Gastly giving wedgies, but that must've been a heck of a discussion with your sister! My brothers and I do the exact same thing (annoys Mom to insanity).

You know, for being such an interesting looking Pokemon (land-shark!!!!), Gible has rather dry entries in the Pokedex.

In Process: Shuckle
On deck: Clamperl, Phanpy/Donphan

GIBLE
Pearl entry: It once lived in the tropics. To avoid the cold, it lives in caves warmed by geothermal heat.

Pokeballs were actually pretty comfortable, the young Gible considered. When she had first been caught by the boy trainer, she had mourned the loss of her warm and cozy nook in Wayward Cave. She had spent a considerable amount of time finding that homey nook and had to scare off another female to get it. It was a good spot to hide, then jump out at unwary Zubats. When discovered by the trainer, she had fought valiantly, destroying four balls before getting caught. Being under a trainer was not a life she had wanted.

However, now that she had taken a good look around, it might not be so bad. If she understood the science of quantum physics, she might have guessed that she was in a little pocket dimension all her own. As she didn’t know any kind of science, she noticed that she was now in a warm and sandy cave. It was so nice that she didn’t have to hide in a nook for warmth. There was a mysterious light that mimicked the day and night cycle. There was a small pool of clean water for drinking. And there were even Zubats ready to be hunted.

The Gible did notice that there was no exit to this cave and that the Zubats materialized out of nowhere. But why should she care? Everything she needed was right here. The Zubats did taste a bit off. If she could understand chemical and electrical interactions, she might have concluded that, by drawing energy from the storage unit, the ball was creating the appropriate nutritional intake for her in her little pocket dimension. But the science of this was imperfect, so the created food did not taste as well as real food. As it was, the Gible didn’t care so long as she had lunch.

It could get lonely, though. It was just her and her meals in this pocket dimensions. The meal Zubats did not speak, while the cave Zubats used to fight and cuss all the time. While her kind was normally solitary, they did socialize from time to time, with each other or other species of Pokemon. And the trainer that caught her had to be skilled. That deserved respect, a little at least.

And there were the old stories to think on. These stories stated that if a Pokemon was captured, she was to guard the trainer who caught her and help the trainer achieve his goal. As for any other trainer, it was left up to choice on whether to respect this trainer or not. Although, some rumors she heard were that humans had invented special cards that emitted differing auras. These auras had the power to make Pokemon stronger in some fashion or to make a Pokemon obedient.

Shaking her head, the Gible hoped that this trainer didn’t have one of those cards. She wouldn’t mind being obedient, but she would hate being forced to be obedient. If he did, she’d have to find some way to ignore him anyhow.

After some time of enjoying her new pocket dimension, there was a clicking sound. The Gible looked around, but couldn’t see the source of the click. While she searched, her vision became hazy. The cave vanished and she was dropped back into the real dimension. She landed on an icy road that had snowdrifts piled on either side.

She hollered in alarm, “<So cold, so cold!>” Her words came out as little white puffs in the frozen air. She looked around frantically for any source of heat.

“<Too cold, too cold!>” she pleaded. She darted into the nearest snowpile. That was a mistake. It was cold, wet, and powdery, sending the top of the pile tumbling onto her back before she realized it. She scrambled back out and went to the feet of her trainer as the nearest heat source she could be positive about. “<I want my cave back!>”

“Huh?” The boy trainer seemed bewildered. “What’s up with you? You were so tough back in the cave.”

“<Cold is bad, cold is bad.>” She shivered.

The Snorunt tilted his triangular head. “<Why do you keep repeating things?>”

“<Sh-shocked and c-cold,>” she replied.

He looked up at his trainer. “<Do I have to fight her? That’d be unfair.>”

“I think your Pokemon is too cold out here,” the other trainer said. “You ought to spend some more time learning about it before using it in battle. Let’s put a hold on this for now.”

“But you said you’d fight me when I had enough Pokemon,” he replied in dismay.

“It seems you have more to learn.” He pressed a button on a Pokeball and recalled the Snorunt.

“<Be patient with your young trainer,>” he advised the Gible before vanishing.

“Aw rats,” the boy trainer said before recalling her.

The snowy road went hazy. In a short while, she was back in her warm and cozy cave. She sighed in relief. “<Ah, no cold here. Be patient, huh? I hope he doesn’t call me out into the cold again.>”

With that thought in mind, she settled into the sandy floor and went to sleep.

Pokedex OS- Still trying to capture every single Pokemon out there in words: 648/718 Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh complete!